Reputation changes
Posted by Apostate on 03/24/17
The Tales of Valor continued:
One would think Thrax would be busy. Not with that vile sea fiend though. Succession is such a delicate matter. But Dagon Thrax knows what is needed in these times of darkness and strife. These Gray Forest shavs know Grayson steel, but did they have a taste for the reavers and butchers of the Tyreland? I can assure you they did not. "We fall, We rise!" Their cry echoed into the mist, a cry these Bringers might not know, but will never forget. Their shields bashed in a rhythmic chant all its own as they marched forward, one step at a time, the horde falling under their spears and swords.
What would be a tale of valor, without the Valorous Few? How much coin does it cost to save a realm? The Few can assure you not a single coin spent on their services is wasted. Look to Audric, that unrepentant bastard of a Captain-General: If you need a princess saved, a castle taken, or a few hundred shavs cut down with ruthless efficiency. Each slash of his blade, another coin to his name, another headless Bringer, and a pay well earned I must admit.
A long way from his tower, the Count of Darkwater was. Other knights and soldiers said the blood he spilled at the Giant's Fall seemed to turn to salt, as if the Count wished to give these mindless foes the better death of the sea then dying in the mud at the behest of the abyss. The Count's Own showed their training and determination, a practiced devastation of the horde that day. But the Black Mountain Trading Company knows how good the right tale sells, almost as good as me. But those ships of theirs sailed hard and true, and Arx wouldn't be here today, and that's no fairy tale, if you believe anything I say here today.
Who knew the Saiks would be known for more than just penny pinching! Oh but now they are known for far more! Knights of the finest caliber! Knights of the Compact! Slayers of Bringers! Baroness Kima Saik showed her fire, her passion, that undeniable desire to see life to its fullest. Her claws, the blade Absolute, showed the horde there were more beasts in the wilds of the Compact then they could ever imagine and like an Eurusi Lioness she roared.
Now I have to admit. I believe I found love. A courtesan on the fields of battle!? Fighting with the Compact with blade and beauty! Alas I won't tell to tall tale, she was not weaving in and out like some dervish of legend. But I think more than a few of those big tough Thraxian Reavers and Honorable Valadrin Knights caught an axe or two just to be tended by her. Be still my beating heart. Though not too still, I have so much left to live for. Maybe still enough to be in her care. Now that I could live with.
Would we be here without her? The Lady General Malvici. An Angel of War delivered to us in our time of need. Cool and Calculated. One would think to her this was just another skirmish. Another raid to fend off from greedy and clueless shavs. Not a single bead of sweat. Not a single hint of worry. An implacable, inviolable, unmovable banner of inspiration. And when the battle was joined do you think for one second she was sitting nice and pretty in some fanciful tent? No thats where I was. But Calpyso was in the mud and the blood, showing that when a plan is crafted, it must be executed to perfection. ((More to come))
One would think Thrax would be busy. Not with that vile sea fiend though. Succession is such a delicate matter. But Dagon Thrax knows what is needed in these times of darkness and strife. These Gray Forest shavs know Grayson steel, but did they have a taste for the reavers and butchers of the Tyreland? I can assure you they did not. "We fall, We rise!" Their cry echoed into the mist, a cry these Bringers might not know, but will never forget. Their shields bashed in a rhythmic chant all its own as they marched forward, one step at a time, the horde falling under their spears and swords.
What would be a tale of valor, without the Valorous Few? How much coin does it cost to save a realm? The Few can assure you not a single coin spent on their services is wasted. Look to Audric, that unrepentant bastard of a Captain-General: If you need a princess saved, a castle taken, or a few hundred shavs cut down with ruthless efficiency. Each slash of his blade, another coin to his name, another headless Bringer, and a pay well earned I must admit.
A long way from his tower, the Count of Darkwater was. Other knights and soldiers said the blood he spilled at the Giant's Fall seemed to turn to salt, as if the Count wished to give these mindless foes the better death of the sea then dying in the mud at the behest of the abyss. The Count's Own showed their training and determination, a practiced devastation of the horde that day. But the Black Mountain Trading Company knows how good the right tale sells, almost as good as me. But those ships of theirs sailed hard and true, and Arx wouldn't be here today, and that's no fairy tale, if you believe anything I say here today.
Who knew the Saiks would be known for more than just penny pinching! Oh but now they are known for far more! Knights of the finest caliber! Knights of the Compact! Slayers of Bringers! Baroness Kima Saik showed her fire, her passion, that undeniable desire to see life to its fullest. Her claws, the blade Absolute, showed the horde there were more beasts in the wilds of the Compact then they could ever imagine and like an Eurusi Lioness she roared.
Now I have to admit. I believe I found love. A courtesan on the fields of battle!? Fighting with the Compact with blade and beauty! Alas I won't tell to tall tale, she was not weaving in and out like some dervish of legend. But I think more than a few of those big tough Thraxian Reavers and Honorable Valadrin Knights caught an axe or two just to be tended by her. Be still my beating heart. Though not too still, I have so much left to live for. Maybe still enough to be in her care. Now that I could live with.
Would we be here without her? The Lady General Malvici. An Angel of War delivered to us in our time of need. Cool and Calculated. One would think to her this was just another skirmish. Another raid to fend off from greedy and clueless shavs. Not a single bead of sweat. Not a single hint of worry. An implacable, inviolable, unmovable banner of inspiration. And when the battle was joined do you think for one second she was sitting nice and pretty in some fanciful tent? No thats where I was. But Calpyso was in the mud and the blood, showing that when a plan is crafted, it must be executed to perfection. ((More to come))